Old Meng shook her head amidst of Rin's internal monologue.
"Aiya, you youngsters are so stingy. You do not want us to get a picture of you, nor do you allow us to tell the characters' stories. How will you gather that amount of luck then? Don't forget, you still have a debt of a thousand luck points. You gained nothing this time. That picture of you in a pink dress will give you at least ten points of luck in every copy distributed, and that story is at least worth of fifteen points of luck. With countless bored heavenly beings--"
"Stop yapping. I don't want to hear any of this. Just tell me what rank I got this time." Rin did not want to bother himself anymore with Old Meng's ridiculous thoughts. He just wanted to forget about those ludicrous actions of his. Because every time he remembered it, he would be shaking in rage!
Old Meng sighed. She should stop for now. She would try to convince him again in some other time.
